the thin pentacles growing tentacl… covering over as if by suffocation the dwelling in which you live and know what fine line lays between each second of a minute

learning from history only to follow their steps as eternity rolls or calls us home

such imagery... as i was coming home this morning.… then reading the imprints you left… lightly dancing on the soft pink c… over the white horizon in the mor…

i would like to exhale on a fiddle… tap dance on the king’s crown perish in the fire, with you looki… some duck in aisle to hide from th… gathering of these could bring a s…

you think you know music then you should know that sound and vibration go hand and hand and vibrations is energy

my soul - cry’s out try’s to seep out leaks out fly’s in drops

reading eyes, bleeding fingers longing for the other to put the salt back in the shaker rearranging the letters to figure the meaning of the words

turning the faucet on and asking for something and out it pours, free flowing and full of color, abstract for the eye to see

the master tapestry woven soft silk into my hair putting a bead on taking one off

what is the focus while the continuous diving off the plank is performed for art sake’s the seeping in as moths

when the seed turns to dust and we can only lust after the thoughts of the beginning to only find the end

and as the shopping gets to heavy… you find someone to lay it on and… pulling the crust off could make i… yolk don’t mix well with it, you c… that the sea gulls land on the moo…

as i went to leave a comment and say something like– gold isn’t gold with out the fire. and then i doubted as if questioning my own beliefs